Fatima Mansions - Bishop Of Babel | Текст Иностранной Песни
no one comes from here and so i'm not afraid everyone's the same as me we don't talk the same so we don't talk at all and our hosts just look on with
Fatima Mansions - Long About Now | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Lyrics / Music--Scott Engel) Published by Carlin Music Corp. Long about now she's heading home Black from the rain, burnt to the ground Her ashes will rise Black
Fatima Mansions - Walk In The Woods | Текст Иностранной Песни
A walk in the woods after a storm through waves of steam and graveyard gas come overground The unwalked path, the dimming light Not day or night, just always while life remains
Fatima Mansions - 1000% | Текст Иностранной Песни
Let me in, let me in, let me in Oh please, please, please, please! I might die but I don't care You could tackle the trainer then run for two days through the end
Fatima Mansions - Only Losers Take The Bus | Текст Иностранной Песни
I'm not stupid, I'm a man [Unverified] I'm not stupid I'm born again in hail and flames (Gold rush Almighty!) Go tell it loud to all my slaves
Fatima Mansions - Lady Godiva's Operation | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Lyrics / Music--Lou Reed) Published by MGM Music ([???]) ("Get your fingers in.") Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely pats the head of another curly-haired
Fatima Mansions - 13th Century Boy | Текст Иностранной Песни
you don't live the way you should you're not chaste or wise or good oh no, when you're human i wait for you my queen i keep myself ready clean like my
Fatima Mansions - Mr. Baby | Текст Иностранной Песни
See the priest in gleaming nappies Gurgling and burping child at play Signing warrents, blessing firing squads are the pleasures of this baby's day In a street
Fatima Mansions - Mario Vargas Yoni | Текст Иностранной Песни
The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled off to her uncertain fate, having only a tycoon's salary given to her to fund the purchase of that monkey-shit-brown hair rinse we know so
Fatima Mansions - Brain Blister | Текст Иностранной Песни
In rags in their normal place where diesel machines roar by Pale dawn, at the scrapyard gates Fast food parks and hardware mines Not smiling or frowning they, the